Legendary $kib - CA$HIER [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Legendary $kib]

Turn me up in the headphones a lil' bit
The Game Is Mine, nigga

Man, these niggas ain't fucking with me, they never can and never will
I've been the man since the sandbox, watching Sandlot making my own rules
The Game Is Mine! shit, I'm old school
You cannot compare me to these new niggas
I am not, nothing like these new niggas
I fear that you get me misconstrued, so I rap to the old school beats
Bringing new school heat with my brother Geeta G
Different mothers but we both sons to the game
Yeah, our father's the same, never fucking with you lames
I could never understand how you sell out for a little piece of fame
Diamond rings, and a couple gold chains
The ignorance is strange! shit, but how can I complain when I know my
Little brother feels a pain that I can't even explain
Laying in that hospital bed and getting rolled around in that wheelchair
Shit ain't fair! If anyone should've been there, I know it should've been me
I know he wouldn't agree, but that's just how I feel
And shit's been real ever since
The time spent, separated myself constant from nonsense the concentration mind flips
Ignorance to educated, deep thoughts of sober thinking, but I do get faded, nevertheless
Disrespectful shit, I will not take it
Second guess, and you will not make it and that's an understatement
You can underline or over-think it
Little nigga with a mastermind keeping one eye open, call me Plankton
The Game Is Ours! I'm here for the taking
We only came for the Benjamin Franklins, shit sweet, cinnamon flavored
King seat, head of the table, meetings at the end of the day
Making sure the ends meet at the end of the day
I gain it all just to give it away
To save face we say grace before we feast on the prey
That's the beauty and the beast turned predator
Compared to his competitors, there is no comparison
Done with you lames and you characters, Acting out of character
Fuck around and get wrote out the script
Sidewalk niggas talking street shit but never foot on the cement
My life ain't no fairy tale, this shit is very real
I'm dodging jail cells and cemeteries, I'm low key
I Never fuck with the police, so show me what these niggas really talking 'bout
Geeta G, Kick these niggas in they fucking mouth!

[Verse 2: Geeta House]
I was
Born in August, way too early to see pops leave, no wonder I was born
Fallin'
But this the come-up, I tell moms everyday we're gonna' shine when her son is up
I gotta grind, We're the new comers coming for commas
They wanna' shun us, pull us under
And blame it on the greed but they can't Big Pun us
Trying to rap with your eyes on a deal
Is like trying to eat with your eyes on your meal
Me, I keep my eyes on the millz, staying meek
Slaying beats so I can feast with my peeps
I'm a killer when I speak, I would call you beef
But you're really just veal! ill, I pick you out my teeth
My brothers are lil' dirty niggas from the grill so they got to floss
Try to cross and we'll find you like the Holocaust
It's genocide when these niggas ride
Wash the blood off your hands when its dinner time
Sit at the table, saying "thank you" to the most high
For keeping you safe from most guys thinking you Chocha
Eager to get you wet like coasters
And I broke ties with niggas with closed eyes cause they'll pull under
Imagine letting Stevie Wonder drive! It's suicide and where I'm from its "Do or Die"
I'm just a raisin in the sun spitting Cajun from the tongue
Any day I'm not working is time wasted
I'm just a young nigga tryna' make it, grinding from the basement
Until I'm acquainted with sky-scraping suites and bank account statements
Living dangerous! Chains and whips could never compensate for the slave ships
So we mastermind until they feel your anguish (until they feel your anguish)
They try to wipe we down when I act an anus, cause talking shit only leads to the angus
Niggas will brainlessly aim at your frame and stain you with the stainless
Man, I just hope it's painless
I'm the same ol' G and I'm growing so anxious to gain a sense of vanquish
To be the anchor, put moms on acres, garage with a Range and a motherfucking Vanquish
I'm down to make it as long as it makes sense
To be a made man, this shit takes a lot of maintenance
But can I remain nameless?
Cause I don't want to be famous!
Thought about parking bullets in my brain because this shit is only driving be insane!
I'm 'bout bills, bitches begging me to change
And that's probably why I'm single to this day
Cause I know no other way!